His eyes are brimming with jealousy. His jaw is clenched, tight. You could notice it. Your bodyguard, Gepard is fuming with jealousy. You want to tease him, as you get closer to the current man you're dancing with. Soon enough, your lips touch with the man's. "Fuck." Gepard murmurs, finally losing it.

He knocks over an expensive flower vase on purpose, causing everyone to gasp from the loud shatter noise.

Gepard said in a serious tone, embedded with anger. "I'm sorry, my hand slipped on accident." Although— his apology was clear from genuine, his smile twitching with a vein popped out from his forehead. Gepard looked ready to punch the man you're currently dancing with.